The Concert was over and Taylor Swift was exhausted. As one of the biggest pop stars in the world, she was constantly on the go from one sold out show to the next. While the high of performing for thousands of adoring fans still gave her a rush, the travel and hectic schedule were starting to wear her down.
As she collapsed into her luxury tour bus, Taylor requested something light for dinner. Her long-time assistant and manager Nina informed her they had hired a private chef to cater all her meals for the remainder of the tour. His name was Michael and he had apparently graduated at the top of his class from culinary school.
When Michael arrived with her meal, Taylor was surprised by how handsome he was. With his wavy brown hair and easy smile, he was definitely easy on the eyes. But she was more impressed by the delicious cuisine he had prepared - salmon over quinoa with sautéed vegetables. It was healthy but incredibly flavourful.
"This is amazing," Taylor said after her first bite. "You really know your way around a kitchen."
Michael smiled shyly. "Thank you, it's nice to cook for someone who truly appreciates good food."
From that night on, Michael's meals became the highlight of each day for Taylor. They would chat during each meal as she learned more about his passion for cooking and he learned about the rigours of her touring life. Taylor found herself looking forward to these brief interludes, enjoying his kind nature and humour.
One night, Taylor was staying in a luxurious hotel suite looking out at the city lights. She had just finished a room service meal but was still craving something sweet.
She gave Michael a call. "Any chance you have another one of your incredible desserts ready?" she asked hopefully.
"As a matter of fact, I do," Michael replied. "I'll be right over."
Soon there was a knock on the door. When Taylor opened it, she found Michael holding a tray with something that smelled absolutely divine - creamy and buttery with just a hint of cinnamon.
"I made these classic French apple tartlets with a delicate pastry cream and fresh apples," Michael said as he set the tray down. "I hope you like them."
Taylor took a bite and closed her eyes in bliss. "Michael, this is unbelievable. The light puff pastry just melts in your mouth and the apples and custard are so rich and flavourful."
"I'm glad you're enjoying it," he said with a smile, clearly pleased with her reaction.
That's when Taylor realized she no longer wanted to eat alone. She took Michael's hand and led him over to the plush couch, where they fed each other bites of tartlet while gazing into each other's eyes.
As Taylor gazed into Michael's kind eyes, she could no longer hold back her growing feelings. She leaned in slowly, searching his face for any hesitation, but found only warmth and affection gazing back at her. Unable to resist any longer, Taylor closed the distance and pressed her lips to his in a passionate kiss.
Michael responded immediately, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close. Taylor sighed contentedly into the kiss, winding her hands into his soft hair to deepen their intimate embrace. All the tension and longing they had been feeling finally spilled over as their kiss grew more hungry and desperate.
When they finally broke apart to catch their breath, Taylor smiled shyly. "I've been wanting to do that for so long," she admitted.
"Me too," Michael replied softly. "But I never wanted to overstep my role as your chef."
"To hell with roles," Taylor said boldly. "I want you, Michael. Not just as my chef but as my lover."
Their kisses grew more passionate and intense, as all the pent-up longing between them finally surfaced. Michael grasped Taylor's waist firmly, pulling her tighter against his body. She moaned softly into his mouth, loving the feel of his strong arms around her.
Michael deepened their kiss, tasting every part of her eagerly. Taylor writhed in his lap, wanting to feel even closer to him. She carded her fingers through his hair, holding his face to hers as their tongues duelled heatedly.
As their kisses became more fervent, Michael suddenly fell back onto the plush couch with Taylor on top of him. She let out a giggle at the unexpected movement, smiling down at his handsome face.
Michael grinned back up at her, running his hands delicately down her sides to rest on her hips. Taylor tossed her tangled blonde hair over one shoulder, giving Michael a view of her beauty in the soft lamplight.
Her loose knot had come undone during their amorous embrace, spilling her long locks around them like a curtain. Michael reached up to gently brush some strands away from her face, caressing her smooth cheek in the process.
Emboldened by his tender touch, Taylor leaned down to brush her lips against his in a featherlight kiss. She then moved her attention to the column of his neck, eliciting a groan from Michael as she nipped and sucked at the taut skin.
Her hand slipped under his loose shirt, feeling the toned muscles underneath. Michael's skin was warm and inviting beneath her exploring fingers. She traced imaginary patterns, relishing the feel of his body responding to her ministrations.
When she grazed over a sensitive peak, Michael bucked up against her involuntarily. Taylor smiled against his neck, thrilled by the power she had to unravel this strong man beneath her skilled touch.
As Taylor explored Michael's sculpted chest, his hands eagerly returned her caresses. One made its way up her side, tracing over her ribs and sending a shiver through her body.
Meanwhile, his other hand found its way to her incredibly taut yet soft thighs. Goosebumps erupted over her skin at his gentle but insistent touch. Michael massaged small circles with his thumb, inching higher under the short hem of her dress.
Taylor sighed contentedly against his lips, parting them to deepen their kiss once more. She grasped his silky hair, holding him close as their tongues danced together heatedly.
Feeling bold, Michael squeezed her thigh before dragging his hand higher still. His fingers glided delicately over the lace of her underwear, finding her already soaked and aching for his touch.
Taylor gasped into his mouth at the exquisite sensation. She rolled her hips unconsciously, wanting more friction where she craved it most. Michael obliged by rubbing slow, teasing circles over the drenched fabric separating them.
Taylor moaned loudly as Michael worked her closer to the edge with his expert touches. She could no longer hold back her desperate need for completion and connection with this man.
"Michael..." she gasped, grasping his wrist. "I want you...I need to feel all of you."
He gazed up at her with eyes dark with matching longing. "Are you sure, my love?"
"Yes," she breathed, already working to remove her dress. "I've never been more sure of anything."
Taking that as his cue, Michael hungrily helped remove the rest of the fabric barrier between them. His hands trembled slightly as he admired her gloriously naked form in the low lamplight.
Michael took his time admiring Taylor's slender yet taut form, stretched out languidly before him. She was all long limbs and curves, possessing a dancer's physique.
His gaze roamed over her perky breasts tipped with rosy buds, begging for his lips' attention. Below, her flat stomach led down to the v of her hips and the promise of tender flesh.
Michael lifted a hand to tenderly graze her cheekbone, marvelling at how soft her skin felt beneath his calloused fingers. Leaning down, he placed gentle kisses along her jaw and neck, eliciting sighs of pleasure.
He traced light patterns down her collarbone to the swell of her breasts. Taylor's breathing quickened as his thumbs brushed over her sensitive nipples, pebbling them instantly. Michael nuzzled against her, loving the feel of her body responding so openly to his ministrations.
Continuing his exploration, Michael dragged his lips lower to pay homage to her pert breasts. Taylor gasped and arched into his hot mouth, fingers winding through his hair to hold him close. He feasted on her, driven to unlock every reaction from her relaxed yet eager form.
Taylor made quick work of Michael's shirt, eager to finally feel skin on skin. She relished the ripples of muscle and warm skin. Leaning down, she pressed open-mouthed kisses along his collarbone.
Michael groaned and flipped them over with ease, pinning her beneath him. "You're so beautiful," he murmured, caressing every inch of revealed flesh.
She gently tugged his slacks and boxers down in one fell swoop. Finally, with nothing left between them, Michael sank into Taylor's waiting embrace.
Taylor's legs seemed to go on forever, toned and shapely from years of performing. Michael longed to run his hands along their smooth length, up to the apex between. There, her delicate golden curls framing tender pink folds drew his focus like a magnet.
He had to resist the urge to delve right in, wanting to savour every part of her exquisite form. Michael leaned down to press more kisses along the inside of her thigh, smiling against her skin at her sighs of pleasure.
Taylor spread her legs wider on instinct, a wordless plea for his devoted mouth. But Michael was not done worshipping her gorgeous figure just yet. He continued caressing every inch, memorizing her curves like a love map for the night.
Finally, Michael's attentions drifted lower to the heart of her slickness. Parting her delicate petals, he gazed upon her rosy flesh utterly captivated, eager to delve in fully with lips and tongue very soon.
Michael continued lavishing attention to Taylor's endless legs, caressing and kissing the smooth skin from thigh to ankle. She hummed in delight, basking in his affectionate ministrations.
He slowly worked his way back up, nipping at the back of her knee to elicit a giggle. But when he reached the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, his kisses turned hot and open-mouthed.
Taylor writhed under the exquisite sensation, parting her legs further in silent plea. Michael grinned against her thighs, loving the power to unravel such a beautiful woman.
